The Buried Wife
The spade hit something solid, probably wooden. But he was not surprised. He
would have been much more surprised if there were nothing in the grave. That
would mean someone had taken her already. A couple of years ago, when they were
in high school, he exasperated her to madness by his love to her. She laughed at
him, and so did all the rest in their small town. At first he wanted to “pay”
her by catching her late at night and raping. Then he decided to leave the town.
But he couldn’t. And one day it was all over: she overdosed and died. So she’s
at the cemetery. That is to say, she was there, but he dug her out and placed
the coffin in his car. He was very careful.
Arriving at a small forsaken house in the woods, where he used to spend his free
time. He parked the car and dragged the coffin inside. Then he lit a kerosene
lamp, shut all the windows and opened the coffin. Finally he saw her. She was
very pale, but rigor mortis has not yet begun. She was dressed in a black dress.
He took her out and put her on the bed. The body was not at all rigid, on the
contrary, too weak. He wanted to kiss her. He touched her lips with his mouth,
then pulled her tongue out and kissed her again. His dick felt long and hard. He
tried to take her dress off, but it was sewn together, so he cut the front with
a knife and then removed her lingerie, revealing a small triangle of dark hair
on her crotch.
He caressed her tits, cupping them, licking the nipples – although there was no
reaction to his tongue’s motions, he was very aroused. He decided to cum in her
mouth. He put her against the wall and opened her mouth, then entered it with
his dick. Moving to and fro, he reached ultimate pleasure. He had never felt
anything like that before. He came in her mouth, and the sperm oozed down the
girl’s chin.
He stood, looking at her. Suddenly he remembered how she let him down at school.
This caught him on the raw. He slapped her face.
“You dirty bitch! You refused to go out with me! And now I will fuck you the
night away.”
He took her hand and spit on her finger. Then slowly pushed her finger in his
asshole.
“Yes, honey, yes... You’re doing it right,” he whispered as he moved the
corpse’s finger in his ass.
“And now you’re going to lick your finger and tell me that you loved that,” he
said after a while.
He took her hand and put the finger into her mouth, then began moving it like he
did inside his ass. But she said nothing.
“Didn’t you like that?” he asked again, frowning.
He put her on the bed and lay on her. It took him some effort to push the dick
in her dead pussy. It was very cold, he never expected it to be so very cold.
And it was very tight. And not at all wet. Finally, he came.
He sat at the table again and, just for fun, placed her in front of him as if
she were sitting and resting her head on her arm.
“You could have thanked me for all the pleasure I’ve done to you!” he said,
pouring himself a drink.
And then happened something horrible. The light of the lamp went out, and the
moonlight shone on the dead girl’s face. For just a second. But during that
second her eyes were open! And he could swear he heard someone saying, “thank
you”. It was said in a very soft voice, as if through some thick fabric.
He rushed out, naked as he was. He ran to the car, but then an idea came to his
mind. He took a can and splashed some gasoline on the entrance door and inside.
Then started a big bonfire and drove off. He went to the cemetery to bury the
empty grave back into its original state.
Going past the burning house, he looked aside: he was too scared. He could not
believe what was happening.
Arriving at the cemetery, he opened the boot and took out his spade. But when he
approached the grave he saw something on the very bottom of it. Something
shining like gold. he froze for a moment, and then a hard blow crashed him into
the grave. The next moment all the earth lying around the open grave crashed
back into the grave. He could not move a finger. And suddenly, the smell of wet
earth was blocked by a different smell – the smell of burnt flesh. Something hot
hugged his neck. And he heard that soft voice again:
“Now we will be together... till the end of time...”
Copyright by Imperior (2001).